T In the Park 2008
Some people get so worked up over so many average bands these days. I like to get worked up about drinking and having a good time.

So on the Friday night contemporary pop artists such as The Wombats, K.T. Tunstall and Scouting for Girls were set to strut their stuff and "wow" the crowd. Really the stuff to get you pumped up I'm sure you'll agree. The night was to culminate in a show by Rock and Roll Legends (if some of my friends are to be believed), erm what are they called "Stereophobes" and "The Verge".

I hadn't a clue who they were, except one band were from Wales and one had a video of a man walking through the street barging into people acting all smart and cool and "I'm so above day to day life. Get out of my way peon!".

Being the Friday night, the entire day had been spent boozing, travelling and boozing. It was strange that when I finally planted my drunk-as-a-skunk arse down on the grass by the expertly erected tent, that I was not tired. Party mood had grabbed me by the bollocks. I should point out that the night before I purchased some kind of drinks bag, that athletes use. It's like a back-pack that holds 2 litres, so I filled it up with 2 bottles of Vod, strapped it under my hoody, arranged the straw thingy majigger to be within the reach of my lips at all times and marched towards the band area, friends in tow.

Having 2 litres of Vodka strapped to your back certainly beats buying the £4 a pint flat/warm tennants and cider you get within the depths of T in the Park.

Back to the main story - it was all shite bands thus far, so after getting a sailor style "Mum" tattoo + love heart, I plonked myself down in a so-called oxygen tent. The guy sticks tubes in your nose and it supposedly does nice things to yer. It was a fucking waste of a fiver. However, the man behind the "bar" asked me if I wanted poppers? Why did he select me? Perhaps God demanded it, but the popper shortage was over (they could not be purchased anywhere on-site). But he SELECTED ME!

And so all the ingredients to the Friday night from hell were in place.

Following the usual partying and skullduggery associated with thousands of people in one field partying, apparently the Stereophones were taking to the stage. Meanwhile me and my good friend 'A' were stumbling around the less-dense areas of the crowd in broad daylight, snuffing poppers (getting it in your eye hurts), sooking raw Vodka and generally being a nuisance.

As "The Verbs" took to the stage, me and 'A' were at the sideshows. We went around on the Ghost train 8 times, with some strange South African fellow - at a cost of £5 a pop each. Bittersweet Symphony my arse.

Looking at the TV highlights - I have to say that the Ghost Train was better.
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